Early Withdrawal-An Excerpt

             After dinner, the verbal embargo continued on the car ride home. Not having to work the next day, it was a given that Sonia would be spending the night with him. Upon arriving at his apartment, she gave in to the drained feelings the entire day had created. Without a word, she headed straight for the bedroom with him following close behind. Since he usually preferred to fall asleep in front of the television, Sonia was surprised to sense him swiftly approaching. Turning around to see what he wanted, he startled her by how quickly he came up on her, slipping his strong cocoa brown arms around her waist. He nuzzled his face into her neck as his arms tightened around her.

             “What are we doing?” Sonia asked as he raised one hand up to palm her breast.

             “They say, ‘never go to bed angry.’ I say let’s just go to bed.”

             Sonia’s breath escaped her leaving a feeling of light-headedness as Cedric pressed his engorged pelvic region against her while squeezing her round firm breasts.

             Regardless of the tension between them and the numerous times Sonia had found herself reliving this same moment with him, he always seemed to know how to gain her sexual compliance. Conflicted between the need to resist and the urge to give in, her mind raced as he coaxed her toward the bed. Cedric released his grip just long enough to untie her hunter green silk wrap-dress. The dress fell apart revealing Sonia’s matching flesh colored lace demi-bra and thong. She felt like a Victoria’s Secret model on full display as he stepped back to take in the sight of her.

             Sonia knew one carefully chosen phrase could ruin the mood. Luckily, her body was winning over her mind. She fixed her eyes on him as he began to undress. Her body started to ache when his erection came into full view as his pants fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and moved closer to her in one fluid motion. Reaching for her hips, he picked her up off the floor prompting Sonia to wrap her legs around his waist. As his bulge rubbed against her sweet spot, Cedric pulled her bra’s half-cup down to reveal her left nipple. She gasped when he sucked the nipple between his teeth and jabbed the end of it with his tongue.

             Carrying her, Cedric moved to the bed. From suckling her breast to kissing the length of her neck, he continued to ravage her. To Sonia, this was very different from the obligatory sex she was use to. Relishing every touch, her mind raced. Is it possible that I got through to him? Is he finally taking this seriously? Sonia reveled in his obvious intent to pleasure her. While his lips continued to savor her breasts, the fingers of his right hand began to pry apart the wanton lips that hid her throbbing core beneath her thong. As Sonia felt herself dampen with desire, Cedric pulled away just as she began to ride the climax. Overcome with confusion and frustration, she watched as he rolled over and opened the nightstand drawer. Feelings of recognition and disappointment took over as Sonia listened to Cedric rip the wrapper from the condom before sliding it into place.  There’s my answer. Her heart burned as she realized the baby making she thought was about to commence was really just Cedric’s calculated attempt to get his needs met and his needs alone.

             Sonia remained still as Cedric parted her legs and entered her. Reminiscent of the last time her legs were parted that day, she drew in a sharp breath and stared at the ceiling as the thrusting began. A few moments into it, she diverted her gaze onto his face and unlike previous encounters, he didn’t make eye contact.

             “So this is all about you, huh?”

             The question stung her throat as it pierced the space between them. The only response Cedric gave was a guttural grunt followed by a ratcheted increase in his thrusts.

             Every pump fueled Sonia’s anger. Being pinned underneath him as the object of his lust, she sunk her nails into the base of his neck just above his shoulder blades and raked them deep along the full length of his back. She did not stop until her nails had dug welts deep along the flesh of his buttocks.

             “What the hell was that?” He shouted as he arched his back in response to his stinging skin.

             “From the pressure in those thrusts, I thought you liked it rough.”

 

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